Helpless

Who's that girl in the mirror looking at me I swear
I don't know how I got here, no its not clear
You knocked me down from the blindside
I couldn't barely breathe oh so strong that its scary
I know I nary
Why do I feel so helpless, helpless
Just like a baby, damn boy you make me helpless you're getting close to me
I ain't supposed to be helpless
You're messing with my sanity
I hate you for making me helpless

Fallin free with my eyes closed
You're my amusement park
When you're here time is moving slow getting vertigo
I lose my grip and I stumble you catch me when I fall
Gave my trust I don't usually this is new to me

Why do I feel so helpless helpless
Just like a baby damn boy you make me helpless
You're getting close to me

I ain't supposed to be helpless
You're messing with my sanity
I hate you for making me helpless helpless helpless

I'm upside down cause you came in and
Knocked my feet off the ground and
It feels like I'm going to drown in this feeling feeling
And our love is taking me over like magic
I don't understand but I need
If it's a dream I don't mind it
I don't wanna wake up
Why do I feels so helpless helpless
Just like a baby damn boy you make me helpless helpless
You're getting close to me I ain't supposed to be helpless
You're messing with my sanity I hate you for making me helpless why do I fall so hard
Helpless, helpless why do I feel so helpless

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